Anxious Current.

Anxious Current, Floating Rapidly In Tune,

Deprived Of The Direction Provided By Moon,

Guided By The Gravity Of Polar Device,

Armed With Power To Devastate Or Entice,

Sweet Obnoxious Tenderness Provided Within,

Those Ice Blue Solaces Of Secular Defend,

My Appetite Has Found A Beautiful Aim,

Conception Of A Longing Birthed Without Pain,

Amorous Glance, Mine Or Otherwise,

Behold The Power Of Those Eyes,

Simple Symbols Of A Valuable Realm,

Aureate Treasures Own My Overwhelm,

By My Be Become Gilded Wealth,

Forgiving The Secrets I Will Not Tell,

Interpretation Could Be My End,

If Its Understanding Found It A Friend,

Only Molest Could Imply Where It Lands,

Or How It Shudders In Those Strengthened Hands,

Just The Idea Of The Verb In Its Place,

Brings A Syrup Of